First Night's Watches
Mist:
[sblock]You have no problems on your watch. You feel quite confident with the sounds of crickets and a nice breeze to keep yourself warm and the feeding of a small fire to keep you busy. You stay mostly to the thick shadow under one of the taller pine trees but have seemingly no reason to be hiding. The hair on the back of your neck pops to attention, however, when you look up from putting a branch to the fire and see the stone tower has appeared near the tip of White Mountain. Adding to your sudden tension and alertness, the crickets and other bugs (one by one) become quiet, until, at the time your watch ends, there are few noises left.[/sblock]
Kah:
[sblock]Although you have no problems on your watch, you feel stressed the entire time. When you take over, you notice that the tower near the top of White Mountain seems to be staring down intently at you, just as you stare intently up at it. The tower fades out of reality though after about a half hour between rolling clouds and mists. For the rest of your watch, it comes and goes several more times. Once, near the end of your watch, as the tower disappears again, your keen Elven eyes notice lights that you believe may be campfires up the mountain--about half way between your camp and the tower. You screw up your eyes and look hard, and you cannot tell for sure but there seems to be three very small fires. You watch them intently, and see some movement by them, but they’re so far away, whatever is up there will not be bothering you tonight. Over the course of your watch, the sound of crickets, which originally seemed quite loud, disappears one cricket at a time until the forest is completely silent and your voice seems unnaturally loud when you go to wake the Padre.[/sblock]
The Padre:
[sblock]The first thing you notice on your watch is total silence from the forest. The stone tower near the tip of White Mountain seems to be there to watch you, just as you watch it, poking and feeding your small fire nervously. The crackle of the fire and the occasional “grumph” or snort from a sleeping companion at first sets you further on edge and a few times even sends your hand darting for your spear, but after a long period of otherwise silence, these sounds grow to be your friends.
About an hour before dawn you lick your dry lips and swallow in your scratchy throat one last time that night as the tower disappears behind a rolling bank of clouds and does not return. You watch where it was intently as more clouds and mist roll past, but find yourself breathing easier as you decide it will not be back that night. However, without the tension of it in the air, you become tired and have to get up and pace in circles to stay awake. After pacing until the sun comes up, you wake the rest of the party. All has gone smoothly this night.[/sblock]
